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Rapids<\/strong><\/p>\n When he got kicked out in second year There were lads two, three years older He reminded us that, next to him, we were a taste of his own savagery, secure. His fist I heard he tried topping himself later. Years After they pulled him out, he was at first <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Daniel Wade<\/strong> is a poet from Dublin, Ireland. In January 2017, his play The Collector<\/em> was staged at the New Theatre, Dublin. Daniel was also the Hennessy New Irish Writing winner for April 2015 in The Irish Times<\/em>.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Rapids When he got kicked out in second year for smoking hash on the Astroturf, relief heaved from everyone\u2019s throat. No longer would we have to fear his ape-like strut, fists\u2019 basalt salvo, rain-grey tracksuit, knife-like stare. There were lads two, three years older scared shitless of him. A box off him […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17802","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17802","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17802"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17802\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17873,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17802\/revisions\/17873"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17802"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17802"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17802"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nfor smoking hash on the Astroturf,
\nrelief heaved from everyone\u2019s throat.
\nNo longer would we have to fear
\nhis ape-like strut, fists\u2019 basalt salvo,
\nrain-grey tracksuit, knife-like stare.<\/p>\n
\nscared shitless of him.
\nA box off him left you bruised, winded;
\nyour gashed mouth inhaled gravel
\nas his Reeboks slapped off asphalt,
\nhis knuckles flexed, re-flexed bone-white.<\/p>\n
\nstill only kids, mammy\u2019s boys softened
\nby affections he probably never had, our
\ninnocence mortifying and bared, our voices
\nstill reedy and cracked against his surly baritone,
\nand our reluctance to hit back, give him<\/p>\n
\nheld the key to every hard-bitten door.
\nHe shook it, a tattooed incitement to war,
\nspelling out the value of hatred in school.
\nYes, his hatred had been welcome.
\nAs welcome as it was mutual.<\/p>\n
\nof dejection boiled down to it before he lobbed
\nhimself into the stream near his estate,
\nhoping to either bash his skull off sunken rocks
\nor else drown in the rapids,
\nset his body afloat like fleshy driftwood.<\/p>\n
\nunresponsive to the C.P.R
\nbefore his eyes snapped open and a few
\nchoked fuck you\u2019<\/em>s bubbled and fizzed
\noff his tongue; when he was fully woke,
\nlava dribbled from his mouth.<\/p>\n